[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d65982248d22a4a2f08d12283f865536/tumblr_inline_mm97tybye31qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr]Location: Egyptian Museum ---> Heading to Garden City[/center][hr][hr]The guard frowned, perhaps a bit uncomfortable with Nora's request. He explained to her that they didn't have any guards to spare, but his eyes fell upon a tall figure behind her. As Nora turned, her stomach already filled with dread, her suspicions were proved to be most correct. The rough form of Mr. Drake came into her line of sight, and as if he had forgotten the commotion that occurred with Vera, he flashed a grin at Nora. 

[color=FFE2AA]"I'll take you home,"[/color] Mr. Drake offered, with a bit of a wink. [color=FFE2AA]"If that's okay with you, Eleanor."[/color]

It took all of Nora's strength to not do more than grimace. While she did not enjoy being called Lady Kingston, and preferred Miss Kingston, Mr. Drake saying her given name caused her to become most uncomfortable. Rarely anyone called her by her Christian name. But at the prospect of practicality, Nora recognized the logic in having an escort to her rooms in Garden City. And truth be told, Nora did not feel like playing the damsel in distress that evening, especially after the most peculiar events at the Nile. 

[color=00ccff]"Thank you, Mr. Drake,"[/color] Nora said, her voice hardly above a whisper. [color=00ccff]"That is most kind of you."[/color] However, it was clear that her words were stated for appearances, without any true feeling behind them. William hardly seemed to care, cracking jokes and attempting to be the ladies' man he always assumed himself to be as he escorted Nora to Garden City. 

Caused by his insolent behavior, Nora could not help but feel moved to slap the man. It seemed to be an American fixation, this gaudy and horrible set of mannerisms. Nora did not care for the overly complex rules of British society, but the nastiness of Americans appalled her even more. It was for that reason, perhaps, that Nora detested Fannie, her eldest brother's wife. 

[color=FFE2AA]"Take a look at that one,"[/color] Mr. Drake nudged, whistling lowly as they spotted Aziza and Harry on the streets. Nora recalled meeting them at the museum, yet she was conflicted as to whether or not to approach them. The bell continued to ring, and Nora abhorred social interaction. She much preferred to be alone, and with Mr. Drake's strong need for conversation and uncouth remarks, she could not focus her mind on the work ahead of her. 

[color=00ccff]"Perhaps you would find a more eager conversation partner in them, Mr. Drake,"[/color] Nora suggested, not looking at the man. 

[color=FFE2AA]"I'll find some sort of partner, that's for sure,"[/color] Mr. Drake agreed. Nora scoffed and rolled her eyes. She was beginning to regret not simply asking the escaped prisoner to escort her to her residence. It would have been much more preferable company.